I feel so unwholesome now. I went to a guy's house I know through my friends, friends cat.
So I get there and I see a few 80s cameros, an old Chevy dump truck, a few square body Chevy pickups, a pair of 60s ? Malibus, a Chevy citation and a chevette.
I go in the engine shed with the guy and I see a bunch of engines that I don't recognize, he points at each one and says what they are, Pontiac, Buick this and that, Chevy 4 million or something.
In the corner was a sight for my sore eyes, a low deck mopar, which I immediately identify as a 68 383. He chuckles at how fast I tell him what it is and show him where the numbers are.
So as soon as the snow melts, he's going to dig it out and I'm going to free it from that hell hole.